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By Obmuj (address withheld) Edited by Eugnot


The county seat for Greene County, Berksville, was a small town with a population of around 2,000. It depressed Crystal that the town offered so little excitement for someone her age. Going to the quarry to drink beer with the rest of the teenagers was about the only thing to do. Unfortunately, everyone knew that when a girl went to the old mining pit, she was going to get laid. The quarry was commonly referred to as, "The Sex Pit."

Crystal was only invited to the quarry once. She went there with Brett Nalone who wasted no time trying to feel her up. She resisted and, even after she slapped his face, he continued trying to reach inside her clothing. In his tussle with Crystal, he ended with deep scratches on his face and arms. After that night, she was seldom asked out on a date except as a last resort.

One night, after she turned eighteen, Crystal was riding around town with Bob Donahue and his girlfriend, Susan Anderson. It was Friday, a date-night and eventually they stopped at the DQ for hot fudge sundaes. Crystal joined a group of kids, her age, on the patio while Bob and Susan sat at a table by themselves.

Crystal tried to join in the conversation at the patio but couldn't keep her mind focused. The sight of Bob and Susan holding hands constantly distracted her. When Bob slipped his hand under Susan's skirt, Crystal felt the inner sensations of her own arousal. Secretly, she wished to be felt up. In her mind's eye, she imagined how it would feel if Bob's hand was moving up her leg instead of Susan's. Her pussy grew moist as she thought of his fingers slipping under the hem of her panties and into the moist warmth of her private place. She thought of how it might feel as his fingers spread the lips of her labia and...

"Crystal! Hey, Earth to Crystal, what are you thinking about? You look like you're a thousand miles out in space. Bob and I are going to the quarry. Can we drop you off at home or something?"

The comment startled Crystal out of her daydream. "Sorry," she replied, "uh, nothing important. No thanks on the ride, I'll stay here with the gang a while and walk home later. It's a nice evening for a walk."

Crystal leaned toward her friend Jean Smith and whispered, "Actually, I was watching Bob and Susan. They were so wrapped up in their petting it made me curious about what it would be like to have sex."

"You know, Crystal, I could easily arrange an orgy for you anytime you want to satisfy that curiosity."

"No, I don't think so Jean, but thanks for the offer anyway. Although, sometimes I wonder if saving my virginity this long has been worth it. I never seem to get a real date."

Over the next two hours, the crowd at the patio slowly thinned as couples left to go elsewhere. As each couple departed, Crystal and her friends would speculate over whether they were going to the “sex pit” and what they would do when they got there. Finally, when only Crystal, Jean Smith and three boys remained, one of the boys whispered something into Jean's ear that put a big smile on her face.

Jean looked at Crystal and said, "Last chance, Miss Innocent." She waited for a reply and after a slight hesitation, Crystal just said, "No thanks." Jean excused herself and left with all three boys.

As usual, Crystal went home alone. While walking, she wondered what she'd be doing right now if she had gone with Jean and the three boys. For a brief moment, she had actually considered going with them. "I'm probably the only virgin left in my entire graduating class," she thought. "But at least, when I lose my virginity, I’ll lose it to someone whom l can love and respect. I hope that it happens soon though, my yearnings get stronger every day."

When she arrived home, her parents greeted her, asking if she had enjoyed herself this evening. Crystal responded that she had a good time but that nothing exceptional had taken place. After a few moments chatting with them, she retired to her room to get ready for bed.

Crystal wasn’t very close with her mother but had a good relationship with her father. Her mother, May, didn’t understand teenagers and was rigid and impatient with her. In fact, she had only discussed sexual matters with her daughter once. When Crystal was 13 and her periods started, May spent a few moments with Crystal explaining about her "monthly visitor.”

On the other hand, Crystal's father, Todd, was very understanding and had an uncanny respect for his daughter's rights. Since she was a little girl, if Crystal needed an answer about anything dealing with life, she could openly ask her father. He was the one who told her the "real facts of life." Their relationship was quite open and healthy.

Crystal fell asleep that night wondering if she would ever get to feel a stiff cock inside her.

She woke around seven o'clock Saturday morning, bathed and washed her hair. While drying her hair, Crystal's mother walked into the bathroom. Finding her daughter standing nude she said, "Crystal, you should cover up, what if your father were to walk in and find you in like that?"

Around the house, Crystal and her father were never modest in front of each other. In fact, she was often nude in front of him, and she saw him nude several times a week. Even with such openness, Crystal had never experienced any sexual contact from her father.

"Mom, dad has seen me without clothes since I was a little baby. Besides, he was just in here when I was getting out of the tub." Crystal smiled; it gave her a curious pleasure to tell this to her mother. "What is it you want, mom?"

"Your father and I, are going to visit your Aunt Janice and Uncle Peter, and will stay over night; will you be okay by yourself?"

"Yes, when are you planning on leaving, mom?"

"Just as soon as your father is ready, so in a few minutes."

Her mother left the bathroom and as Crystal resumed drying her hair, her father walked in. "Hi baby, did your mother tell you we were leaving to visit your Aunt Janice?"

"Yeah, so you and mom have a good time. OK?"

Crystal saw that her father was looking at her, the same as he had when she was getting out of the tub. This time though, he was looking at her 32-A cup breasts and her hard nipples, the size of a No. 2 pencil eraser. She noticed his eyes drift down to view the small thatch of light-brown hair crowning the top of her sex.

"I wonder what dad thinks when he sees me nude. Could it be that seeing daddy's little girl in the buff, gives him ideas?" Crystal asked herself. To her surprise, for the first time ever since seeing her nude, he spoke about her body. "You have very nice legs; I guess I've never noticed them until now."

Crystal smiled, "Thank you, daddy."

She looked at her father, put down the hair dryer and hugged him. "Daddy, do you think I'm attractive? I mean, I'm unsure about up here," pointing to her breasts. Reaching her hand down and touching her maiden hair, she added, "And, I have very little hair down here. I don't know if boys like lots of hair or no hair. Some of my girl friends shave their pubes. Tell me the truth, daddy."

"Crystal, honey, you're embarrassing me, and your mother just gave me heck for the millionth time about seeing you naked." He hugged his daughter in a fatherly way, just as he had done since she was a little girl. He looked at the lovely girl's nudity and told her, "You look perfect all over. You always have, ever since the day I helped bring you into the world." Teasingly, with the back of his hand he slapped her round hips. Smiling, he said, "We'll see you tomorrow afternoon, and here’s a couple of twenty dollar bills. There’s more in the jar in the kitchen cabinet if you need them. Bye."

Crystal finished her hair and turned to look at herself in the full length mirror. Studying her breasts, she wondered why fate handed out size 32-A to her. The other girls she knew had breasts that were 34 or 36 B or C cups, then there was Marty Hendron, who all the girls were jealous over. Marty had been blessed with 38-D breasts.


Crystal put on a mid-thigh skirt, a full skirt with ruffles draping from her rounded hips. Shortly after 9:00 A.M. she put her small purse in the right pocket of her skirt and left the house. She had decided to have breakfast at Jake's Diner, one of those places that resemble a stainless steel railroad car. Crystal walked slowly, reflecting more on the previous night. She concluded that she was wise to resist the temptation to go with Jean and the boys. She vowed to herself that she would keep her resolve.

Walking along the sidewalk, Crystal stepped off the curb and saw someone had dropped their billfold. Picking it up, she saw it was a man's billfold and noted that it belonged to her minister, Reverend Jerry Densmore. Curiosity led the teenager to count the money in the billfold. There were three one-hundred dollar bills, four fifties, and four twenties: a total of five-hundred and eighty dollars.

Putting the billfold in her left skirt pocket, she wondered if Reverend Densmore needed that much money in his billfold because tomorrow is Sunday. Thinking about him, she remembered that his wife, Margaret, had passed away last February on Valentine's Day. She decided to bring the billfold to him after she finished breakfast. It was on her way home and he lived near her house.

Entering Jake's, Crystal sat on a stool at the counter. She ordered two eggs over easy with ham and biscuits. Just as Deanna, the waitress started to walk away, Crystal had an after thought and asked for a cup of coffee. Smiling to herself, Crystal knew this was a major event in her life, she was going to have her first cup of coffee; black coffee, the way her father liked it.

She picked up the newspaper lying next to her and began to read it. This too, was something she had never done before, except to read the paper for a school assignment. "I must be getting older, drinking black coffee and reading a newspaper at a restaurant counter like a bunch of old men," she thought.

Just before her breakfast arrived, Crystal felt someone tapping her arm. It was a man whom she recognized but didn't know personally. She thought his name was John Miller, who owned a large farm about 10-miles out of town. "Yes, may I help you," Crystal asked in her normally pleasant voice?

"Just wondered if you could share your paper, Miss Johnson. You are Todd's daughter, aren't you?" the man asked her.

"Yes, you know my father?"

"Sure do, we went to school together, but I was about a dozen years before him, in the first grade," he said, smiling at his own joke.

"Why, Mr. Miller, that means you're somewhere around fifty, and I’d have guessed you were younger than daddy," Crystal laughingly responded.

"Deanna, give me this cute thing's check. Heck, I might just have to ask her out, now that I'm an old widower." John smiled and told Crystal, "Actually, I’ll be fortyseven next month, so I guess that makes me too old for you."

"Oh, I don't know, maybe I like older men," Crystal replied.

Over breakfast, Crystal enjoyed speaking with Mr. Miller. Several other men, friends of his, were also sitting at the counter. After a while, Mr. Pittman, a man who visited her father once in a while, asked, "Guys, what say we move to the tables, now that they're open?" With that, the men all got up and scooted the tables and chairs together so they could all sit together.

It was a normal Saturday morning ritual for these 10 men to have their coffee and breakfast together. Today, however, John Miller said to his cronies, "I ain't moving if my girlfriend, Crystal Johnson, isn't joining us. You guys know her daddy, Todd." As he spoke, he picked up her plate and told Crystal to bring her coffee, while he set her plate down next to his own.

The other men all told John Miller her daddy would have his scalp. Mr. Pittman said, "It won't be his scalp, it’ll be that little thing that dangles." The men all busted up laughing and Crystal felt her face turning red, encouraging the men to tease her.

Mr. Miller looked at Crystal and patting her hand asked, "Have you ever seen so many jealous old men in your life honey? But from now on you call me John."

"Okay, John, but I don't want to interrupt your morning get-together, I'll just sit at the counter."

"No way," a man Crystal recognized as Brett Shaw said, "we haven't had such a pretty girl join our group ever. From now on, you're to be a part of our group, right, guys?" The group responded with a unanimous "Yes!" and Crystal's beaming smile was enough to seal the deal. Never before had anyone made her feel more accepted and warm and happy inside.

For the next hour, the men all laughed and spoke about what was going on in the world. A prime topic was the war in the "damn desert" where our boys are dying for no reason. Several times, someone mentioned Crystal's father, and she soon realized that all the men thought well of her daddy.

When they all decided to leave, John asked Crystal if she would like a ride home. "Actually, I need to go see Reverend Densmore. I found his billfold earlier this morning," replied Crystal. She told John how much money was in the wallet.

"You're just like your daddy. I’ll tell you this, there aren't many kids, or even adults that would return that much money to whoever lost it; the preacher’s lucky you found the money." John told Crystal, "Come on, I'll give you a ride over to the preacher's house."

When they got to Reverend Densmore's house, Crystal asked John to walk to the house with her. When the door opened, Reverend Densmore recognized them both and jokingly asked, "what brings you two to my house, are you wanting to get married?"

Paying back the humor, John responded, "First I need to see your driver's license, Reverend."

They both watched him reach into his back pocket. Not finding it there, he said, "Guess I left it on the counter at Jake's, but why do you need to see my driver's license?"

"Because this pretty young lady found it on the street, and wants to return it," John replied.

After giving back the billfold, they said goodbye and walked to John's pickup truck. "You should have taken the reward the preacher offered, he wanted to thank you for being so honest."

"Mr. Miller, I mean John his thanks were sincere. That was enough of a reward, don't you think?"

"Sure, if you do. If you want me to drop you off at home, I'll stop and visit with your father for a while."

"Dad isn't home, he and mom went to visit my Aunt Janice and won't be home ‘til tomorrow afternoon."

"You're home by yourself? Well if you want, I'd be honored to treat you to dinner this evening for being so honest. How about I pick you up around six o'clock? Or maybe you already have a date, as cute as you are."

"No date, but you don't need to take me to dinner, John. Although, if you really wish to, I won’t refuse. In fact, I’d like that," Crystal replied.

They said nothing more until they were near Crystal's house. She asked, "John, what did your wife die of?"

Knowing the young girl was not being nosey, but simple being kind, John replied, "Cancer, honey, and I sure miss her."

As John stopped in front of her house, Crystal turned to face him. She wasn't aware that her skirt had ridden up her legs. John saw that her panties were visible, but she evidently didn't realize what she was displaying. "Damn, sure wish I was younger," John thought to himself, "that girl has some great legs, all the way up to those cute green panties."

"Where are we going to eat this evening, I want to know what to wear on our date?" Crystal asked.

"Maybe we'll drive over to the capital, and eat in the Japanese restaurant where you sit on the floor, and they cook in front of you. Would like that, Crystal?"

"Yeah, I've never been there, that would be wonderful, John." In her excitement, Crystal moved in a way that caused her dress to bunch up around her waist. She was completely unaware of how exposed she was. "I'll wear something nice, just for you. And John, maybe we shouldn't tell anyone, my parents might be upset."

"No problem," John's eyes were still fixed on the young girls legs. He could see a few hairs peeking out from the side of her panties.

John thought for a moment, then asked Crystal, "How about I pick you up at five o'clock, it’ll take over an hour to reach the restaurant?" His eyes dropped down once more, and still those green panties were displayed. John knew the girl was so innocent that she wasn't aware that she was allowing her body to be displayed.

Looking at John as she answered him, Crystal became aware that she was exposing herself and she blushed. "That will be fine, and I'm sorry, I... uh... didn't think the way I was seated was allowing my thi... I mean my legs to be uncovered." Pulling her skirt down, Crystal wondered how much of her legs, John had viewed. She patted his arm, telling him, "I'll even wear heels, as I guess you’ll be in a suit."

Opening the door of the pickup, Crystal stepped down, and looking back into the truck, said, "See you at five, and thanks for the ride."

"No problem, it was my pleasure." John wondered if he had said the wrong thing. He hoped the girl wouldn’t think he was referencing her uncovered legs.

Back home, Crystal’s first task was to decide what to wear for the evening. She took several dresses from the closet and held each in front of her. Eventually, a light pink summer dress proved to be the best. Crystal slipped the pink dress over her body and put on her three-inch heels. Standing in front of her full length mirror, she saw that the dress was not quite down to the middle of her legs. Knowing this would allow her shapely legs to be seen, she thought, "John, I hope you like this dress as much as you enjoyed looking up my skirt."

Crystal decided to shop for a new bra and panties. On her way to the small shopping area in town, she thought of how much fun it was speaking with the men in the restaurant, and especially with John. "Gee, I get a date and it’s with a man older than my father."

In the small department store, Crystal found a pink lacy bra in her size and a pair of lace panties the same color. At the cosmetics counter, she selected nail polish that matched the color of the panties and bra. After choosing some perfume to put on before dinner, she went to the checkout counter.

She decided to stop at Jake's for a soda, as she had plenty of time to get ready. Once there, she sat at the counter, and read the newspaper while drinking her soda. Just as she was about to leave, Susan Anderson sat next to her. "What’re you up to, Crystal, been shopping?" Susan asked.

"Kind of, but just some underwear and cosmetics. I haven't bought any for a while," she told her closest friend. Crystal decided not to mention about going to dinner with John Miller this evening.

"Babe, you should have come with me and Bob to the quarry last night." Whispering to Crystal, Susan told her, "Wow, he does it better than anyone I’ve ever been with. He did me twice and went down on me after that." Susan told her friend, "Crystal, you need to let some guy do you, sex is great."

"You know, Tony wants to pop your cherry. He's the one that got mine. Bob's is bigger, but you’d like doing it with Tony."

"Susan, maybe I'll have sex tonight, would that make you happy, girlfriend?" She asked her friend. The two girls chatted for another ten minutes before leaving their separate ways.